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THE YAAN: 250 WORDS A DAY TILL SUNDAY AUGUST 12 2012. A quiet celebration of my own. 25 years clean and sober. Yesterday a Staffy came visiting in the early morning mists. Came right in and made himself at home. An old Staffy with white in his whiskers. One of Odin’s mob, methinks. The big, blunt, square head and powerful shoulders. Odin was the dog we got for Jim after his little Mort was hit by a red car out on South Arm Road and killed in 1995. We got him from Fernmount – the runt of the litter. It took us 2 days for Jim to choose the one he wanted. That dog wove his way through our lives when I came home from the City at 7 years of recovery. For me, there was something solid and devoted and steadfast about Odin,”protector of women and children”.

That’s how I wanted my recovery to be. Steadfast and sure. With white whiskers. The Staffy who came yesterday just stayed for a while and then went off down the back paddock. We left Odin behind with Brad in the Rainbow House when we went North in 2001. They loved each other but Brad said that Odie often took off, looking for Jim. He would find the houses and flats where they had lived. Sometimes it was years after we had left.

I don’t know what happened to our Odin but yesterday’s steadfast little fella reminded me of times I don’t always think about. The mansion at Buffer Creek and the AFrame on South Arm and my son walking his dog through 100s acres of bush and showing me sugar gliders and how to throw a star knife.

It hasn’t been an easy 25 years and I haven’t shone very brightly in the outside world but I have been a drug free mother and grandmother. And we have had dogs.

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THE YAAN : One year has passed. I listened to the AMAZING RHYTHM ACES double album while my sister passed beside me. I am going South today to Port Macquarie where she finished her earthly life. I have a lot of memories of a lot of things down there. Let’s see how we go. I will get back to you from the Mid-Pacific Motel.

I didn’t have breakfast at home today. I went to Bellingen and met the Girls and ate at the VINTAGE NEST. I was up very early to watch the Dawn. I am NOT going to the Big Town this Xmas. I am NOT going into modern buildings that I don’t like nor buying things from the Big Shops. I haven’t bought one single gift as yet – but not from a Scrooge mindset. Just a’quietly thinking about things. My sister and my daughter love Christmas and are the brilliant gift givers. But last year was Susan’s last Christmas and I don’t seem able to rally for this one – not just yet.

CELEBRATION.

TAKE WHAT EVERYONE THINKS AND EXPLORE THE OPPOSITE.

This is my choice for my CELEBRATION shot of the Week. The Girls are two sisters at the funeral of my sister. I’ve chosen it because it expresses both joy and grief to me and holds both the past and the future in one moment.

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‎"Sometimes we need to place love ahead of indiscriminate `factual honesty'. We cannot, under the guise of `perfect honesty', cruelly and unnecessarily hurt others. Always one must ask, `What is the best and most loving thing I can do?' LETTER, 1966. W.W.

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